Naked somber
It comes in the night to bring false faces
Into folds and fields of wonder
How can you not underestimate, understand
Under bridges
Of your own designs unyielding
To the newly driven snow of existences foretold?
Words are like louses, pickpockets' houses
When they kneed like doe the edge of the soul
Can it really bend with time and hearts unkind
How be the places alone?
Brought upon arcs of time
The wastelands of an empty chasm
Breathing deep beyond all measure
The future knows no bounds
While the past is yet complete and present completing
How can you say you did not feel it
When it encapsulated your sacrum
And how can you ignore
The pounding sound of universal love
That reverberates at your door?
When all the haunts of eternity
Come to bring you gifts of life
The nectar of unspoken gods and fright
Torches ablaze with fortune and fame
All for naught tonight?
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